An impatient man by nature, Jibb clearly didn't want to spend any longer than necessary inside this stinking hole. Anyone who proved even slightly too slow received either a kick or a violent shove toward the corridor, while the rest hurried along before they could attract his attention.
Eventually, he reached the far corner of the cell and stopped in front of the young girl still clinging desperately to her mother.
Jibb scoffed under his breath.
Just like everyone else, he'd assumed the woman was probably dead, or at least close enough that it wouldn't make much difference.
Disposing of bodies had always been annoying, but out here in the middle of bumfuck nowhere?
It wasn't just fucking annoying.
It was downright impossible.
They were already extremely short-handed, and somehow, the new guys sent in as backup had managed to be even more obnoxious than they were useless.
And yet, they still strutted around like they were such big shots.
Jibb knew better.
